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| Pine Cone |
Ich war on the mountain top waitin fer nirvanha
Along appear a girl all dress in whyte
To me she says whats you worry bout dady
I says nothing cep my bodys outta sight
wat? yer bodys turning loose yer me-my funkie
It wanna wrestle down you donkey kong
But tommy u as dervish as a monkey
Everthing u thought was right was wrong
I aint nuts so dryup greasy momma
Aint no more nuts than all that perple blood
If some of us is nuts its cuz all greasy sluts
an wristy cutdogs bunck n chewin mud
an wristy cutdogs bunck n chewin mud
Yep an den did I ponder areolas
Areolas dicks n ladies eggs
An the karkers march and rose all agin me
An drug me down with all the written regs
So what the gist o this ol fubble funsong
Where the meat in everthing we say
In trufe there be no uberfatal meaning
but ta blow the myth of meanin allaway
